Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

After Zhang Yifeng explained clearly all the strange changes he had experienced, Qing Yurou's gaze became even more strange.

"This kind of thing is probably the first time in the world. The ancient monster legend is really amazing."

Turning a living person into a monster is something that even gods are far from capable of doing, but this young man in the ancient monster legend has walked a path that no one has ever taken before.

Zhang Yifeng let out a long breath: "If we can choose, who would want to suddenly change like this?"

After a pause, Zhang Yifeng continued: "But this is not a bad thing. It may even be a good thing."

In his sea of ​​consciousness, Zhang Yifeng could clearly sense how magical this so-called weird martial arts technique was. It was far beyond ordinary martial arts techniques and reached a supreme level.

"But...looking at your current appearance, you really do look a bit like a snake."

Qing Yurou looked at Zhang Yifeng's expression, and actually felt something from Zhang Yifeng's eyes and eyebrows, a unique feeling that the Qingdi clan had when facing those demon cultivators with extremely high cultivation levels.

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng smiled bitterly and said, "Don't make fun of me."

"What kind of joke is this? Aren't you planning to come to me and ask me to teach you the habits of the snake tribe?"

Qing Yurou had a strange look on her face, her beautiful eyes curved into crescents, and it became increasingly difficult to suppress the smile in her heart. She put her arm around Zhang Yifeng's neck and said, "Don't worry, I'm good at snakes. Let me teach you well, little brother Yifeng."

For several days in a row, Zhang Yifeng stayed on the Mu Ling Peak, and Qing Yurou no longer disguised herself. Now, the human and demon worlds have torn their faces apart, and even the imperial clan has been completely incorporated into the Demon Slaying Sect. It doesn't matter whether one is human or demon, so Qing Yurou completely let go of her disguise and coiled on the Mu Ling Peak in the form of a snake.

Zhang Yifeng followed Qing Yurou and lived according to the habits of snakes.

It is quite awkward for a human to learn to live like a snake with a human body. But I don’t know if it is because of the ancient monster legend or Zhang Yifeng’s understanding, the process is surprisingly smooth.

But within a few days, Zhang Yifeng was able to crawl on the ground like a snake, but this appearance was too weird. Every time Qing Yurou saw this, she would laugh so hard that she fell forward and backward, unable to straighten her back.

Fortunately, no one came to the Jiuhua Fairy Peak, otherwise, seeing this scene, they would probably use all their magic weapons and trump cards on the spot to eliminate demons and defend the way.

Zhang Yifeng stood up from the ground, his legs below the waist still straight on the ground, but his upper body was shaking straight, waiting for an opportunity to move, looking like a frightened snake, ready to attack.

As the demon pill in his body was activated in this posture, Zhang Yifeng intuitively felt that the demonic power in his body was filled with an indescribable murderous intent.

Monsters are essentially all things in nature, feathered and scaly insects, flowers, trees, water and stones. Even if they have transformed into human form, what they do still retain the most primitive will, just like the expression of murderous intent.

As for a cultivator, the higher his level of cultivation, the more cunning he is. How could he reveal murderous intent so easily?

Even if a blood enemy stands beside them, most people can remain calm.

The demons, however, don't have so many concealments. If they want to kill you, the aura they emit will be the first to tell you.

Zhang Yifeng's eyes turned into vertical pupils, and Guixu Eyes seemed to enjoy the feeling of demonic power raging in his body. By operating Guixu Eyes in such a demonic manner, Zhang Yifeng felt that the power of Guixu Eyes had been greatly enhanced.

"Yes, brother Yifeng, you are becoming more and more like a snake."

Qing Yurou, who was coiled like a small mountain, looked at Zhang Yifeng, with a hint of smile in her vertical pupils, and said with a smile.

Zhang Yifeng's mouth twitched, and he dispersed his demonic power. He stood up from the ground and stretched his limbs. He could hear bursts of crisp sounds coming from his limbs. Zhang Yifeng let out a long breath, "It seems that if I practice with my demonic body, I can better draw in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

“Although it is said that the human race is the most primate of all races, when it comes to drawing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, we still have to look to our demon race.”

Qing Yurou also dissipated her demonic body, and a hint of pride appeared on her pretty face.

Zhang Yifeng nodded secretly. Just as Qing Yurou said, although it was difficult for demon cultivators to practice, unlike humans who could fly in the air and control flying swords to kill people from thousands of miles away in just a few hundred years, for most demons, hundreds of years were not enough for them to even transform.

But what the demon clan is doing is steady and reliable, one step at a time, and very steady.

For the demon race, there is no such thing as any shackles of cultivation. As long as the demon power in their bodies has reached a sufficient level, they will be able to withstand the heavenly calamity and be struck by several divine thunders. If they can survive, they will survive. If they cannot, they will turn into a pile of dry bones, and become a hero again after hundreds of years.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng stood up and looked outside the Demon-Slaying Sect. Thousands of miles away, demonic clouds were rolling, and a gray, depressing aura was sweeping the earth.

"Is it the Demon Lord? How dare a fellow of this level dare to cause trouble near the Demon Slaying Sect?"

"You don't know that the Demon Slayer Sect has now sealed off its sect gates, and all the cultivators are gathering their strength, waiting for the moment when the Death Realm Secret Array will be activated, so that they can fight a life-and-death battle with the demons. These demons are becoming more and more rampant."

After a pause, Qing Yurou's expression became a little gloomy: "During this long period of time, the casual cultivators and mortals in the Chaos Realm are probably in purgatory."

"Oh, these guys didn't do anything anyway."

Ever since the last time that the Immortal Saint Lian Tian obstructed him from killing the Heavenly Saint Lian Hua, which even caused the entire Demon Slaying Sect's protective formation to disintegrate, Zhang Yifeng knew that the cultivators in the Demon Slaying Sect were extremely pedantic. Not to mention protecting the world, even their own little piece of land was rotten to the core.

"On the contrary, you, don't you look down on the behavior of the Demon Slayer Sect? Why are you starting to worry about nothing?"

"These guys are pampered, but the mortals in this world are innocent..."

As she spoke, Qing Yurou shook her head, as if she felt that her words were unconvincing.

Zhang Yifeng looked at the bronze seal hanging on his waist and sighed secretly.

"Boy, these are all experiences created specifically for you..."

Tong Ye thought secretly in his heart, feeling extremely helpless. Although he wanted to tell Zhang Yifeng the truth, the consequences were too great and even he could not bear it.

Zhang Yifeng left Muling Peak and resolutely walked out of the protection of the Demon Slaying Sect's sect formation.

After several days of demon-like practice, the faith of all people contained in the Crystal of Heaven and Earth can no longer suppress the beastly power. Zhang Yifeng needs to be replenished with the power of faith.

These supplies must naturally be obtained from countless people in the Chaos Realm, and this journey to slay demons is also to settle the karma in one's heart.